A swift and decisive victory in the early stages, a post-apocalyptic survival story in America!

Homeless people have freedom of movement, and the police will not interfere as long as they do not enter specific areas.

As he walked toward his destination, Li Qi organized his plans.

The target was a crippled gangster named DiCardo, who always carried a shiny Colt Python revolver on his waist.

As a homeless person, the original owner of this body was cheated by this Dekado many times. In the past three years, when the original owner used the monthly relief subsidy to buy Xiaoyao Pills, he was usually extorted by him for a portion of it.

As a dismissed police officer, the original owner was frequently humiliated by these gang members. After all, why not vent his resentment towards the police profession?

The memory of that humiliation was so vivid that Li Qi immediately thought of Dicardo Fernandez.

Kill him, take his gun, and vent my anger—that was Li Qi's only thought at that moment.

It wasn't just a pointless adventure and a vengeful act; Li Qi also had his own considerations.

Unlike typical gang members, DeCardo is not cautious. Although this arrogant young man rarely leaves the gang's residential area, there are exceptions.

He has a lover who works as a stripper at a bar two blocks away.

Every day at 1 a.m., Dicardo would pick up his lover and take her home.

The original owner had observed this enemy who had brought her humiliation countless times, but never had the courage to take action.

Years of wandering had worn away the original owner's fighting spirit.

But Li Qi is different.

His desire to survive, his inner hatred, his indifference to the world, and his fear of imminent death left him without any psychological burden.

Not to mention, he's a gangster.

Supported by the noble cause of eliminating harm for the people, Li Qi not only had no concerns, but was also full of expectations.

Now, this Dicardo will be the first person he kills after coming to this world.

The original owner of this body had been a police officer, so while he was a bit soft-hearted, his professional knowledge was still solid. Combined with the wisdom accumulated from five thousand years of ancestral teachings and the results of nine years of compulsory education in Li Qi's mind, plus the disguise technique and two-star combat skills he had just learned, Li Qi couldn't imagine how he could lose.

Around 10 p.m., Li Qi arrived at the entrance of the bar, found a secluded corner, spread out his tattered brown blanket to wrap himself up, and sat quietly on the ground, waiting for the right moment.

It's perfectly reasonable for a homeless person to appear here, waiting for food and drinks thrown out by the bar to fill their stomach.

As long as the customers aren't disturbed, the bar owner won't call the police, and the drunk customers won't bother the homeless.

—Thank you to the California government for supporting the SB553 bill that allows free purchases!

In a daze, a commotion and noise broke out in the bar, as if someone was fighting.

Soon after, a drunk man was thrown out by the bar's bodyguards. He crawled on the ground a few times, coughed up blood, staggered to his feet, and walked away.

Li Qi perked up; it was almost time.

Two white youths, one fat and one thin, crossed the street diagonally from a distance and headed towards the bar entrance.

Bad luck, Dicardo brought a companion today!

Li Qi's mind raced as he considered possible solutions.

Unfortunately, the effects of the medicine have worn off, and whether or not one's energy is running at six points makes little difference.

One-on-one, I'm both mentally prepared and unprepared; dagger against revolver, victory is in my hands.

But one against two...

Yes, they're definitely going to die.

"Brother, you go in first, I'm going to pee!" One of the short, fat youths didn't head towards the bar entrance, but went straight to the shadowy spot where Li Qi was hiding, preparing to urinate against the wall.

Oh, not bad luck, this fat guy came to me of his own accord.

"Hey! Watch out!" Li Qi shouted and stood up.

"Get out of here! You stray stupid dog!" the short, fat youth cursed, not taking it seriously at all, and pulled out his weapon and started to ejaculate.

Li Qi pretended to leave, but as he brushed past the young man, he suddenly turned around, swiftly slashing out with his dagger, which was now held upside down and pierced the left side of the short, fat young man's neck.

With the two-star combat bonus, Li Qi's strike was both fast and steady, directly piercing the short, fat youth's carotid artery.

"Fake!" The short, fat youth had a thick, short neck, and Li Qi's full-force attack did not kill him on the spot.

Li Qi was overwhelmed with emotion. This was the first time he had killed someone in his two lifetimes, and with a dagger no less. He immediately panicked.

The dagger was caught in the fat flesh of the short, stout youth's neck and couldn't be pulled out for a moment. Li Qi quickly released the dagger and stepped back to avoid the short, stout youth's pulling.

The short, stout youth instinctively pulled out a dagger to take revenge on Li Qi, but after only a few steps, blood gushed from his neck, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud after only six or seven steps, dying instantly.

Li Qi ran quite a distance before turning back to check the situation. He saw the fat man twitch a few times on the ground and then lay still, and only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

Suppressing his panic and nausea, and trying his best to calm his racing heart, Li Qi returned to the fat man's body, picked up the dagger, and with great effort dragged the body into the shadows against the wall. This time, he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

This body is too weak.

After resting for a while, Li Qi sat down next to the fat man's body, covered himself with the blanket again, and covered the bloodstains as well.

Soon, the sound of arguing could be heard coming from the bar entrance.

"...You slut! How could you let them touch your body!"

"Are you kidding me, Decardo? I'm a stripper, and customers tip me when they touch me!"

"You could have refused! You slut!"

"Why should I refuse? It's just a touch, it's not like I'm not paying!"

A man and a woman came out of the bar arguing and pulling at each other. Dicardo loosened the white tank top of the voluptuous woman and slapped her across the face.

"If you do it again, I'll kill you! You bitch!"

"You beast, how dare you hit me! If I weren't stripping to support a piece of trash like you, could you be living such a carefree life every day? Let's break up! You bastard!"

The woman walked away, completely ignoring Dicardo's anger and sorrow.

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!" DeCardo drew his eight-inch python revolver from his waist, cocked the hammer, and gestured at the woman's back for a long time, but still didn't fire.

"Fark! Fark!" Decardo roared in a fit of impotent rage, his face contorted with frustration. He swung his revolver a few times before yelling into the shadows, "Tommy! Let's go! You piece of trash!"

"I...I fell down! Brother! Come help me up!" Li Qi imitated the fat man's tone, trying to keep his voice as low as possible so as not to alert Dicardo too much.

"You bastard! You can even fall down while peeing..." Dicardo tucked his pistol behind his back and was about to help his companion, but after taking only a few steps, he realized something was wrong.

The strong smell of blood was all too familiar to Dicardo, who made a living by shedding blood on the streets.

He was startled and hurriedly reached behind his back to pull out his pistol.

Li Qi knew this was his best chance, and without hesitation, he leaped up, holding the dagger upside down and stabbing down swiftly. In a flash, the sharp dagger pierced through the thin layer of pectoral muscle on Dicardo's chest and entered the lung cavity of this young man who was only in his early twenties.

"You bastard..." Decardo roared, trying to push Richie aside while reaching for the pistol behind his back.

This gave Li Qi an opportunity. He pulled out his dagger and continued stabbing, quickly turning Dicardo's chest into a honeycomb-like mess.

The dagger's blade scraped against flesh and sternum, making a strange "crunching" sound. Amidst the splattering of blood, Dicardo managed to reach the pistol, but he was too weak to grip the handle.

The young gangster collapsed to the ground with a thud, coughing up a mouthful of blood. He stared blankly at the figure in front of him, dying with his eyes wide open.

Having grown up in a gang, Decardo had imagined countless ways to die, but dying in front of a small bar, without even having time to draw his gun, and without even knowing who killed him, was something he had never even considered.

Li Qi's all-out attack had almost exhausted all his energy. He suppressed the nausea and the emptiness of exhaustion as he went forward to search Dicardo's body.

A wallet, a cell phone, a fully loaded revolver, and five bullets.

Even including the original owner's memories, this was the first time Li Qi had ever seen an 8-inch barrel Colt Python, with a black walnut wood grip and a carbon steel barrel, so exquisite it was like a work of art.

I believe that with this weapon in my hands, it won't be wasted like it was in Deicard's...

Dragging Dicardo's body into the shadows, Li Qi then searched the fat man's body, emptied his wallet, threw away his phone, covered himself with a blanket, and disappeared into the night.